The Car Ride

B : Mom, Danielle’s on my side of the car again. Tell her to move over! W: Listen, both of you, I’ve had enough of your nonsense. Sit still, be quiet, and enjoy the scenery! G : Mom, is Toronto still far away? W: It’s going to take a long time to get there, so read your book. G : I don’t like to read in the car because it gives me a headache. Can we put a CD in? W: I suppose so, but it had better not be rap music. That music is awful, and I can’t believe you children actually listen to it. B : Oh, please, can we play some rap music? You might like it, Mom. W: Well, only if you promise that there is no bad language in it. B : There isn’t any bad language, I promise! W: All right, I’ll play the CD, but it will be at the volume I choose. B : Thanks, Mom. W: Have I ever told you about the songs I liked at your age? People listened to real music in those days. G : Oh, Mom! Rap is real music, too!